Bleacke's Geek

by Lesli Richardson

  He bent her backward over the desk, his hands fumbling with her jeans until she had to help. She pushed them and her underwear down her hips and he dropped to his knees. With another happy moan, he buried his face between her legs. She grabbed his head and held on as he quickly brought her to an orgasm she was barely able to keep quiet through.

  When he knew she’d finished, he pulled her to the edge of the desk and flipped her over onto her stomach. He shoved his own jeans down to his knees and sank his cock home inside her with a happy moan.

  “Yesss!” she softly hissed, pushing back against him.

  He slapped her on the ass. “Hold still, baby.” Part of him felt horrified that he’d done that, but she wiggled beneath him, obviously happy. He grabbed her hips and fucked her, hard and fierce. Her soft, barely muffled mews of pleasure as she came again only fired his own need. As hard as he could, he slammed his cock deep inside her until he exploded with a relieved moan of his own.

  Before he could recover, she pushed up off the desk, dropped to her knees in front of him, and sucked his softening cock into her mouth with a satisfied grunt.

  “Oh, baby!” he whispered.

  She quickly got him hard again, deep throating him when he came and swallowing every drop.

  That took his knees out from under him. He collapsed into the chair with Dewi’s head in his lap, her body practically wrapped around his legs.

  He stroked her hair. Her eyes dropped closed as a content smile curved her beautiful lips.

  “I could sit here all day,” she whispered.

  “Me, too.”

  She giggled. “No you can’t. You have a class.”

  He smiled and closed his eyes. “Not just yet I don’t.”

  They sat there in that position until a few minutes before his class started. Dewi stood, stretched, then crawled into his lap and kissed him. “I love you,” she whispered, her eyes searching his face.

  He smiled and cupped her cheek with his hand, his thumb caressing the spray of freckles under her left eye. “I love you too, Dewi.”

  They both stood and he pulled himself together. He had just enough time to hit the bathroom and freshen up before heading to class. He noticed a few odd looks from some of the female students, but as he stepped behind the podium he surreptitiously checked his zipper.

  Nope, it’s up.

  He couldn’t figure it out. Come to think of it, a few of the female students in his first class had given him odd looks, too.

  After class ended, he was gathering his things when one of the students, Brenda Stillings, approached him.

  “Dr. Ethelbert?”

  “Yes?” He looked up. Oh yes, he remembered her, even if he couldn’t name most of his students. Hell, he’d masturbated to fantasies of her triple-D beasts and tight clothes plenty of times. The irony wasn’t lost upon him that he now thought Dewi was countless times more beautiful than this girl.

  “Do you have time for a student conference this afternoon? I’m having…a problem with something.”

  “Sure.” He checked his schedule. “Two-thirty okay?”

  She eagerly nodded. “Wonderful.” She smiled and waggled her fingers at him.”See you then!” Then she bounced out of his room.

  Consternation set in. What is up with her? She was a B student. Didn’t seem to have any unusual troubles with the class. She’d never asked to have a conference with him before.

  He shrugged and headed back to Dewi. He only had ten minutes before the next class, so that only gave them time to snuggle and kiss a little.

  He’d nearly forgotten about the exchange with Brenda by the time lunch rolled around. He’d had another steamy encounter with Dewi between classes that left them both panting and sweaty and sprawled over his desk. They headed out to Dewi’s car.

  Ken didn’t miss how Mark and Jason rushed across the parking lot to catch up with them.

  “Hey, Ethelbert!” Mark called out. “Want to grab lunch?”

  He didn’t bother trying to conceal his skeptical look. While on pleasant terms with the men, this was the first time they’d ever sought him out for lunch.

  But before Ken could answer, Dewi handled it for him. “Sure, boys. Hop in. Back seat. Ken gets shotgun.”

  The men stopped short beside the Saleen, their shock visible. Ken grinned as he opened the passenger door and tipped the seat forward. “Sure, boys,” he echoed, already tuned in to Dewi’s gleeful mischievousness. “Hop in.”

  Mark and Jason exchanged a puzzled look before Mark climbed in first, followed by Jason.

  Ken sent a questioning look at Dewi, but she just grinned at him from behind her sunglasses. “Buckle up, everyone,” she cheerfully said before the engine roared to life.

  Ken suspected Mark and Jason had planned some sort of Spanish Inquisition type of interrogation, minus the torture. But Dewi’s driving left them less than willing to speak as she blasted out of the parking lot, tires squealing as she headed south toward Fowler Avenue.

  “Panera Bread all right with everyone?” she cheerfully asked before cutting around two cars and whipping the wheel hard to the right to slide through the stale yellow light and make the turn onto Fowler.

  Mark nodded. “Um, sure. Fine with us.” He reached out and grabbed the back of Dewi’s seat to steady himself.

  Jason started to ask something when she slammed on the brakes and slid to a stop at a red light, throwing the two men hard against their seat belts. Used to this, Ken had already braced himself. He couldn’t help but laugh over the slightly green quality of the men’s expressions.

  “Great car, isn’t it?” Ken commented. “It’s a Saleen, if you didn’t know.” Not that Ken knew a Saleen from a Celica, but he could parrot with the best of them.

  Dewi threw him a pleased grin before taking off again in a squeal of tires when the light changed to green.

  “Yeah, great car,” Jason said, reaching out to steady himself against Mark when she swerved around a slow car in the left lane.

  The two men seemed more than grateful to climb out of the car when they pulled into the restaurant’s parking lot five minutes later. Dewi hooked her arm through Ken’s. “Let’s go eat, shall we?”

  If it wasn’t for the sadistic satisfaction Ken got watching the never-ending surprise on his two colleagues’ faces, he would have felt uncomfortable over the way Dewi insisted on draping herself all over him.

  It didn’t matter that the discomfort would have been fleeting, and he wouldn’t have minded her doing it in the least, but he enjoyed the bonus of Mark and Jason’s obvious curiosity.

  They’d received their meals and took a seat at a table when Jason finally asked the question Ken knew had to be on the men’s minds.

  “How, exactly, did the two of you meet?”

  Before Ken could answer, Dewi took over. “Saturday night, we were both watching the Bolts game at a sports pub.” She looked at Ken with unmistakable love and adoration in her eyes. “Love at first sight.”

  Ken nearly choked on his iced tea as he laughed. She hadn’t lied at all. Just omitted.

  A lot.

  Like the practically anonymous sex in the ladies’ room before she shot the guy.

  She leaned in and kissed him. “Isn’t that right, baby?”

  He smiled and stroked her chin. “That’s right.”

  Mark tipped his head to the side as he studied them. “Riiight. Okay, what’s the real story? I know Ethelbert here hates hockey.”

  Dewi flashed a brilliant smile at him. “I know. I was explaining the game to Ken.” She rubbed noses with him. “And we both love fried mushrooms.”

  “Ken?” Mark and Jason parroted. “Since when,” Jason asked, “do you go by Ken? You’ve been Heath or Ethelbert as long as I’ve known you.”

  Ken shrugged while Dewi took over once again. “I’m not about to go around calling my boyfriend by his last name. And when he told me his middle name was McKenzie, I asked if I could call him Ken.” She looked at Mark and Jason. “Th
at is, when he’s not fucking my brains out and I’m calling him ‘oh, God’.”

  That finished Ken off. He did a spit-take, managing to get the rest of his tea back into his cup without spraying it all over the table. “Honey,” he said, his voice strained, “I don’t think they want to hear about our sex life.”

  The looks on Mark and Jason’s faces said otherwise.

  Dewi giggled as she ran her fingers through Ken’s hair. “Sorry, baby. You know I’m pretty uninhibited.” She shrugged. “You know how it is,” she said to the other two men. “I found me a keeper, and I’m not letting him go.”

  Mark and Jason appeared stunned into silence.

  Ken couldn’t blame them.

  When they all stepped outside to the parking lot, Ken thought Jason and Mark might decline a ride back to campus and opt to walk. They reluctantly climbed in, however, and Dewi blasted out of the parking lot.

  Back on campus, Ken stood next to Dewi and chuckled as he watched his two shell-shocked colleagues return to the building. “I think you taught them to mind their curiosity,” Ken said.

  She grinned. “Darn. I was hoping they’d want to go to lunch with us tomorrow.”

  He laughed as he slung an arm around her shoulder and walked with her to the building. “You’re what I believe is called deliciously evil.”

  “Yep. I’ve been called worse, though.” She snuggled more tightly against him and slipped one of her hands into his back pocket as they walked.

  Chapter Nine

  Ken didn’t have any other classes to teach that day, but he had a ton of papers to grade, as well as the three—make that four—student conferences. Dewi curled up in the other chair across from him while he tried to work.

  Tried being the operative word. Her presence proved more than distracting.

  After five minutes, he gave up and looked at her. “I can’t work with you sitting there.”

  She grinned. “Why not?”

  “Little Miss Innocent, are you? Because—” He closed his mouth as he spotted John Scoggins and Pete Smith slowly cruising past his open door.

  He stood, rounded his desk, and shut the door. When he spoke again, he lowered his voice. “Because I can’t stop thinking about fucking your brains out. That’s why.”

  Her playful, wolfish grin grew wider. “And that’s a bad thing?”

  “Yes. When I’m trying to grade papers, it’s a very bad thing.”

  She stood and wrapped her arms around him. “Then hand in your resignation this afternoon. We can spend the next few weeks in bed.”

  Despite his cock hardening at the thought and his balls agreeing wholeheartedly, he nixed the suggestion. “I don’t want to just up and quit. I worked hard to get where I am. I have a reputation to consider, believe it or not. I’ve always prided myself on being conscientious, a hard worker. Upping and quitting like that is neither of those things. Yes, the idea of spending a couple of weeks in bed with you is wonderful, but I think I’d end up in the hospital if we did that. Or in a coffin. I didn’t know you could fuck yourself to death, but I’m really beginning to think we could.”

  Dewi rested her head against his shoulder. “I understand,” she grumbled. “Doesn’t mean I don’t wish I could change your mind.”

  He laughed. “It won’t be that long.” He started to say something else when someone knocked on his door. After untangling himself from Dewi’s arms, he turned and opened the door again.

  Two female students from his first class of the morning, a blonde and a brunette, stood there.

  “Hi, Dr. Ethelbert,” they both said in unison. After briefly glaring at each other, the brunette continued. “Um, do you have a minute?”

  He sensed Dewi standing close behind him, tensing, a nearly inaudible growl rolling from deep within her gut.

  “What is it?” he asked without asking them into his office. He noticed the blonde scowled when she spotted Dewi standing behind him.

  “We, ah, have a couple of quick questions about the class this morning.”

  He crossed his arms in front of him. None shall pass. “Okay, shoot.”

  Come to think of it, I hope Dewi isn’t armed.

  The two coeds stared at him for a moment with blank looks on their faces. “What?” the blonde asked.

  He hoped they didn’t hear his disgusted sigh. He knew Dewi had, because her fingers crept around his waist, her arms slowly encircling him. “What were your questions?” he asked.

  The blonde had apparently taken over the talking as the brunette stood there staring at him. “Um, can we come in?”

  “Sorry, no. I’m extremely busy and already have four conferences today. If you wanted to schedule a conference for tomorrow afternoon, we can do that.” He lifted his foot and gently tamped Dewi on the top of her foot when he felt her territorial rumble start against his back, where her cheek was now pressed.

  “Down, girl. Don’t eat the students.”

  Her rumble turned into a silent chuckle, the feel of her shaking as she tried to keep silent vibrating through his back.

  The brunette found her voice. “We can’t come in now?” Her plaintive tone struck him the wrong way, although he felt Dewi had settled down behind him.

  “Sorry. But I believe I have two o’clock open tomorrow, if you’d like to schedule a conference then.”

  The brunette looked like she wanted to burst into tears. He wished he could remember their names, but he had so many students he frequently couldn’t put a face to a name, especially if he had no one-on-one contact with them. “Our sorority is having a party tonight. Could you come?”

  He tamped Dewi’s foot again as he felt her tense behind him. “Look, Miss…”

  The brunette finally realized he wanted her name, apparently wounding her pride even more. “Jackson. Amber Jackson.”

  “Miss Jackson, I do not fraternize with students taking my classes. I’m sorry. It’s a very strict rule I adhere to, not to mention the university frowns upon it.”

  “But we’re a sorority, not a fraternity,” the blonde chirruped.

  Behind him, Dewi didn’t bother holding back her gales of laughter.

  He soldiered on, undeterred. “And even if I could see students socially, I still wouldn’t, because I’m in a committed relationship. If you have a question I’ll be happy to answer it or schedule a conference. Otherwise, I have a lot of work to do.”

  Both girls’ faces fell. “Never mind,” the brunette said, turning on her heel and nearly bolting down the hall.

  The blonde, realizing she was alone, turned and followed.

  He closed the door with a sign of relief and leaned against it.

  Dewi wore a broad, beaming grin. She draped her arms around his neck. “Committed relationship, huh?”

  He pulled her to him. “Very. To an incredibly sexy, not to mention territorial, woman.”

  “You can say that again. To the territorial, I mean.”

  “But you are very sexy.”

  It looked like she was struggling not to blush. He lowered his mouth to hers for a kiss that, once again, hardened him. Unfortunately, he knew he didn’t have time for a quickie and would have to tough it out until he could get Dewi home.

  He’d wanted to wait for a more romantic time but he couldn’t help himself. “I’m hoping you’ll want to marry me.”

  Her mocha eyes widened as she let out a soft gasp.

  He released her, dug into his pocket for the engagement ring, and dropped to one knee with her left hand in his. “Badger gave me these rings. He said they belonged to your parents. And, honestly, I can’t afford anything but a Walmart ring.” He slid it onto her ring finger.

  It was a perfect fit.

  He looked up at her. “I’m not as strong as Beck. And I have a feeling your family is going to chew me up and spit me out when I finally meet them. But I’ve never felt like this about anyone in my life and the thought of not waking up with you in my life every day rips my heart out. If I lose you, life would really, re
ally suck. Will you marry me?”

  Tears welled up in her eyes as she flung her arms around his neck, nearly knocking him over. He heard her gasp, “Yes,” before she burst into tears.

  He held her, stroked her back. “Please tell me those are happy tears.”

  She started laughing as she leaned her head back to stare into his eyes. “Very happy.”

  “Okay, so can I ask a favor?”

  She nodded.

  “Please don’t eat my students. That wouldn’t look good on a resume.”

  She burst out laughing, burying her head against his shoulder.

  * * * *

  Brenda Stillings showed up ten minutes early for her conference. Ken kept his office door open. Dewi stood just outside, ostensibly checking her email on her iPhone. But he knew her ears were carefully attuned to every sound in the office.

  He hadn’t missed how Dewi’s nose wrinkled as the coed walked into his office, as if testing the air for the girl’s intentions.

  Which, unfortunately, were soon made very clear.

  Brenda started off asking a very basic question about programming syntax in something he’d covered early in the semester. That confused him, because they were well past that part of the curriculum.

  Brenda leaned forward in her chair, showing several extra buttons on her blouse were now undone.

  And wasn’t wearing a bra.

  He leaned back and tried not to lose his train of thought as he finished answering her question. “Was that all?”

  “No. Actually, I had another question.” She tried to look him directly in the eye, but he kept his gaze firmly fixed on the open doorway behind her, where he could see Dewi’s leg propped up against the frame as she leaned against the wall.

  Brenda dropped her voice. “I was wondering if you could come over for dinner toni—”

  “I’m sorry,” Dewi said from the doorway without entering. “We can’t come over for dinner tonight, but that’s so sweet of you to invite us. We have an appointment with the florist to go over arrangements for our wedding. Would tomorrow work for you, hon?”

  Brenda immediately sat back in her seat, red in the face. Without another word, she bolted from the chair and down the hall.